Outright Favoritism Chapter 977: : Push the boat along the river

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Li Qiao raised her head and casually refused, "No see."

Fang Luo, a low and cold voice hit the back of Luo Yu's head, "This kind of thing does not need to be reported in the future."

Luo Yu's hair all over his body stood up in an instant.

She turned around with a stunned look, suddenly saw Shang Yu's dark and deep vision, and bowed her head in panic, "Yes, boss."

The man's eyes were covered with thin frost, he opened the door and walked into the ward, backhanding Luo Yu shut out the door.

It's cold, so cold.

A casual look from the boss can make her feel like kneeling.

He is still him, the overlord of the South Seas, but he seems to be more overbearing than before.

Only Li Qiao can make him happy.

Luo Yu's eyes are complicated, and her heart is full of anxiety.

Through the glass of the door, I saw Shang Yu walking to the window and rubbing Li Qiao's hair, his movements are gentle and gentle.

Luo Yu couldn't hear their conversation, so she turned around anxiously and left.

I hope she thinks too much.

……

In the room, Shang Yu sat sideways on the side of the bed, with a long arm, he fished Li Qiao into his arms, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

Li Qiao is not short, slender and slender. Sitting in the arms of a man, Li Qiao looks a lot petite.

She looked sideways, her eyes fell on his Adam's apple, and a smile appeared in her eyes, "You let Lantis be taken away?"

Bai Yan said that the eight achievements of the "Lord Yan" were him.

The man touched her warm cheek, lowered his head, and said in a deep voice, "Did you see the news?"

Li Qiao took her mobile phone, pursed her lips and smiled, "Of course, the entire social platform of the British Empire is paralyzed. The official media of the morning news is under the jurisdiction of the House of Lords?"

Shang Yu’s Adam’s apple slipped, and his thin lips raised a sharp curve, "Well, push the boat along the river."

The word...

Li Qiao rubbed the frame of the phone and guessed it after a little thought.

She stared at Shang Yu, her eyes slightly burning, "So... she is really crazy?"

Actually, the scandal that Xiao Hongdao undermined his wife is not irreversible.

In the final analysis, it is all friction between husband and wife. If you find a favorable excuse, it is easy to change the direction of public opinion.

Instead, it was a video of Ming Dailan being abandoned on the street, which completely ignited public outrage.

"It doesn't matter." The man bowed his head and kissed the corner of her mouth. "This is just the beginning."

Perhaps, the final value of Ming Dailan is only a chess piece used by the Shang family against Xiao Hongdao.

It has nothing to do with right or wrong, Li Qiao only feels sad for her.

Looking for searching for a lifetime, in the end, there is nothing.

Whether she pretended to be crazy or mad, it was all caused by her own hands.

If she really loves her son and is in a state of insanity, how can she only remember her Ataun?

Shang Yu, Shang Lu, Xiao Yening... She has forgotten all of them.

Ming Dailan didn't even say sorry to Shang Yu for her stupidity.

In the deepest part of her memory, she only remembers that A Taun was kind to her, so she looked for him and continued to enjoy the tolerance and love A Taun gave.

In this life, from beginning to end, Ming Dailan still loves herself the most.

……

In the quiet ward late at night, Li Qiao fell asleep in Shang Yu's arms.

When the lights went out, the man leaned over and pressed a kiss on her forehead, looked at her deeply for a long time, then turned and left the door.

Outside the door, Luo Yu stood not far away and his eyes flickered, and he wanted to speak, but hesitated to speak and stop.

Shang Yu and her passed by. Amid the sharp footsteps, she heard the man’s warning, "Don’t disturb her."

Luo Yu nodded, watching the man's estranged back gradually fade away, and then he realized that his palm was sweaty.

Such a boss is really terrifying.

When Shang Yu returned to the other courtyard, the torrential rain fell instantly.

In the study, Shang Zonghai was holding an iPad in one hand, watching the news of the British Emperor indifferently.

Wei Ang heard the footsteps and hurriedly stepped forward to open the door, "Master."

Shang Yu walked all the way, the cloth on his shoulders had been dampened by the rain.

The broken hair hanging from the front of his forehead was also damp, making his face increasingly cold and deep.

"It's raining?" Shang Zonghai put down the tablet, and the old **** looked up at the door.

Shang Yu didn't say a word, pursed his thin lips, walked to sit down opposite him, folded his legs and lowered his head to light a cigarette, "Her video on the streets of Burma, you let it go out?"

Shang Zonghai took off his glasses, leaned back in his chair and glanced at Wei Ang, "Come here with a towel."

Wei Ang took the order to leave.

Shang Zonghai put the glasses on his left hand, then picked up the ink stick and grind the ink gently on the ink plate, "I always ask for some interest in everything."

Shang Yu turned his head and went out to take a mouthful of thick smoke, the white mist scattered, blurring the man's sharp eyebrows, "Are you still going to control her?"

"You can't manage too much, at most you can save your life." Shang Zonghai studied the ink slowly, and the ink fragrant flowed around, as if it had the effect of calming the nerves.

Seeing that the depth between the man’s eyebrows and eyes has receded a lot, Shang Zonghai stretched his eyebrows and sighed, “Don’t underestimate Xiao Hongdao, a woman in a mere mere woman can’t easily shake his position.”

"Naturally not." Shang Yu's eyes were as deep as the sea, and a playful cold light burst into his eyes, "Do you want to force him to start the video?"

Shang Zonghai's explorer crossed the tabletop, picked up the cigarette case at the corner of the table, his expression was slightly deep, "Only the moment of life and death can a person's potential be stimulated."

"Let Xiao Hongdao kill her to test the authenticity?"

Shang Zonghai lit a cigarette and narrowed his eyes, "You can't always count on me to miss the old love?"

"This way, the best." Shang Yu's thin lips curled up awe-inspiringly.

Shang Zonghai glanced at him displeasedly, "I ran back in the middle of the night just to remind me not to be soft-hearted?"

The man smiled on his lips, and the spreading aura gradually disappeared, "I'm afraid you will repeat the same mistakes."

It just so happened that Wei Ang was holding a bath towel and was long overdue.

Shang Zonghai snorted, opened the drawer in the corner of the table, took out a white porcelain bottle from the inside, raised his hand and threw it to the other side, "Take two to save the girl from worrying about fever tomorrow."

The man raised his arms, squeezed his palm, and intercepted the white porcelain bottle in the air.

He rubbed it lightly and let out a lazy sigh of relief, "Did you talk to Shanglu?"

Shang Zonghai swallowed cigarettes, his mature handsome face was indistinctly deep, he said: "Sooner or later, he will know that he should grow up after all these years."

……

The next day, the scandal of British Emperor Childman had spread across the ocean to Burma.

Not everyone knows it, but politicians all over the world have heard of it.

Prince George sent someone to contact Xiao Hongdao, but he couldn't get a reply, and Xiao Yehui was also in a state of losing contact.

So, Prince George looked at a certain message on the phone, shook his head and cursed with a smile, "The old fox will always be the old fox."

After that, he turned his eyes to look at the assistant secretary beside him, and said without changing his face: "In my name, I propose to the House of Representatives and the Royal Family to withdraw the title of Duke Zellman as soon as possible. Let the Council organize the discussion. , I will participate in person in three days."